It has taken me eight-and-a-half years, but the cinematic odyssey that began in early 2014 has come to a close.
That was when I purchased the Warner Bros. 50 Film Collection, vowing to review every single movie in the set. I arrogantly assumed I would knock it out in a couple of years. Maybe even under a year! After all, that’s only one movie every week or two.
As it turned out, a rapid start gave way to a much more leisurely pace, thanks to a career / job change and a move up to northern Virginia from my lifelong home of Richmond. Weeks became months became years, and the promise to review every one of these films became slightly more of a burden than a pleasure.
The biggest speed bumps were those epic-length features in the 1960s, like Doctor Zhivago. The prospect of losing the better part of an afternoon to watch a film about which I wasn’t enthusiastic made it all-too-easy to find an excuse to avoid it. That ease of rejection prevented me from resuming my journey when I always had the option of watching a tight, hour-forty-five movie from outside the confines of the collection.
Eventually, I became more intentional about finishing, which led to the more recent rededication to the project.
Now, finally—finally—I am done.